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In the dark, fertile heart of the Dehesa —the sprawling, silvery-green oak forests of Extremadura—there was a place where the veil between worlds was thin. It was a cave mouth, half-hidden by moss and the twisted roots of a cork oak so ancient it had witnessed the birth of empires. This was the Mons Sacer , the Sacred Mountain, the gateway to the realm of Ataecina. spanish diosa!

Leaving his flock under a withered fig tree, Viriato climbed the Mons Sacer. The air grew cool, thick with the smell of damp earth and petrichor. The cave mouth yawned like a silent scream. Lighting a single wick of goat fat in a clay bowl, he descended. "A story